Fly Baby Fly

fllllllllllllllly

Oh oh oh

Fllllllllllllllly

Baby lets flllllllllly

*[Beet Drop]*

Fly baby fly

I’m a fly guy

I fly high baby I touch the sky

Fly baby fly

I’m a fly guy

I fly high baby I touch the sky

Yes I get high, yes I wonder why

Yes I do hide, all my tears when I cry

But I will always try

I will always find

A way to open up

A way to clear my mind

Fly baby fly

I’m a fly guy

I fly high baby I touch the sky

(fly fly fly baby fly!)

(I fly high baby i touch the sky)

Either the dope, the pills or the liquor

Either I down a fifth or an ounce or a pitcher

I’ma always look for the door

A way to escape the pain

A way to numb the war

without crying in the rain

I wipe the tears away

There’s nothing left to say

All I can really do

Is sit alone and pray

Pray for better days

Pray that all my scars’ll fade away

I pray to find the peace

To find a release

Fly baby fly

I’m a fly guy

I fly high baby I touch the sky

Fly baby fly

I’m a fly guy

I fly high baby I touch the sky

Yes I get high, yes I wonder why

Yes I do hide all my tears when I cry

But I will always try

I will always find

A way to open up

A way to clear my mind

Fly baby fly

I’m a fly guy

I fly high baby I touch the sky

(fly fly fly baby fly!)

(I fly high baby i touch the sky)

I mind my own business but the blind can’t even see

I can’t even leave

This state of desperation

I contemplate the days that

I will finally make it

I will fuckin’ take it

From the higher hands

This is my final stand

I’m back with vinyl plans

The tracks I’m wild in

Are mild comparative

Fly baby fly

I’m a fly guy

I fly high baby I touch the sky

Fly baby fly

I’m a fly guy

I fly high baby I touch the sky

Yes I get high, yes I wonder why

Yes I do hide all my tears when I cry

But I will always try

I will always find

A way to open up

A way to clear my mind

Fly baby fly

I’m a fly guy

I fly high baby I touch the sky

(fly fly fly baby fly!)

(I fly high baby i touch the sky)

I write this narrative

With rare undying plans

Don’t trust a lying man

Who smiles before the dream

Or settle for the broken shams

Of liars who imagine things

(fly fly fly baby fly!)

(I fly high baby i touch the sky)